love, n.All

Love is a conflagration, but a conflagration in which both parties have been carefully trained to burn.

"I'm going to make love to you all the way into next week". . . I said to my wife, at 11.59 on Sunday night

Love is a basic force in nature enabling adult separation between self and other (i.e. Individuation).

Love is a debt which inclination always pays, obligation never.

Love is not a spontaneous feeling, not a thing one falls into. Rather, it is something that requires thought, knowledge, care, giving, and respect... a rare combination in capitalist society which commodifies human activity.

Love is a deception of the species, which needs to further itself, that is played upon on the individual.

Love is a blundering and passionate thing, a logic-defying thing that is of supreme importance even though it makes one no more clever, no nicer, no more informed, and perhaps even more irresponsible.

Love is an active penetration of the other person and an act of fusion, a union in which one knows the other, knows oneself, knows everybody and 'knows' nothing.

Alcohol won't mend a broken heart.But that doesn't mean I won't try it again tonight.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

2 out of 5 people marry their first love